1. O masters, nothing makes my faith waver
Like a plump free man when I see him

2. My mind leaves me and my madness possesses me
And I yearn to plunge into him

3. From the comb of my foot to my forehead
And whenever I raise my head from him

4. I find a people who plunge me in
I disappear for a month, unseen

5. By eyes, and people search for me
Until after a month has passed

6. My moaning reveals my whereabouts
I sacrifice him, like a bride adorned

7. In flowers and jasmine
His forehead forged from iron

8. His cheek soft like dough
And the best that a freeman can acquire

9. Is firmness lined with tenderness